Happy New Year’s Eve and Happy New Year, my beloved chaos goblins, late-night readers, emotional-support bookmark hoarders, and people who absolutely said “just one more chapter” and then watched the sun rise like a judgmental god.
Another year survived. Another year where you trusted me—me—to emotionally inconvenience you with fictional people who do not pay rent, communicate poorly, and somehow still own your entire heart. Your taste? Impeccable. Your life choices? Questionable. But we move.
Thank you for reading at 2 a.m. with dry eyes and wet feelings. Thank you for screaming internally over cliffhangers, for forgiving me (temporarily) when I hurt your favorite character “just a little,” and for coming back anyway like, surely it won’t happen again. Narrator voice: it did. Repeatedly.
This year, may your coffee be strong, your Wi-Fi stronger, and your favorite characters remain alive for at least five consecutive chapters.
Thank you for staying. Thank you for rereading. Thank you for trusting me with your feelings like this is a safe establishment (it is not, but it’s cozy). You make the late nights worth it, the rewrites bearable, and the voices in my head feel slightly more productive.
So step into the new year gently—or dramatically, your choice. Bring your snacks, your theories, your unhinged comments, and your hearts. I’ll bring the words, the trouble, and just enough tenderness to make it hurt in a good way.
Happy New Year, darlings. Let’s ruin ourselves beautifully again!!! ✨
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